My Six-Word Memoirs

I read about the six-word memoirs craze when I was still in Scudo but it was only last year when I saw the book in Powerbooks. Since I finished reading the book that Atty Rosa got for me for our Secret Santa, I’ve been hooked and been coming up with my own crazy six words. It’s easy peasy – just put together six words to describe your life or yourself or something you believe in. Or whatever at all. Haha.

1. Fun, feisty female. Vicious when provoked.

2. A little sweet. Lots of bite.

3. Didn’t talk till 3. Overcompensating since.

4. Happiness is marrying your The One.

5. Thrives under my boy's tight hugs.

6. Claim to fame: friends wif Bigboss.

7. People amass wealth. I collect books.

8. Defined by the friends I keep.

9. Blogging and bitching are my hobbies.

10. Accountant by profession, maldita by choice.

11. Home early always trumps hefty salary.

12. Poems can still break my heart.

13. Still looking for my inner chef.

14. Endless, passionate love affair with books.

15. Prefers to watch movies than move.

16. Saves to travel and see world.

17. Dreams of living in sunflower field.

18. People care. People share. I shop.

19. Forever Hello Kitty. Down to undies.

20. They adores me. I adore shoes.

21. Moon Leaf. Bon Chon. Happy meals.

22. Chocolates work when human beings fail.

23. If nothing else, Best in Smile.

24. No to Photoshop, warts and all.

25. (Mommies) don’t have to be ugly.

26. Do good, or else look good.

27. Why live when I can sleep?

28. Sometimes good, often nasty, always real.

29. Pretends to be cool. Secretly OC.

30. Believes in power of holding hands.

31. Still blindly waiting for Eraserheads reunion.

32. Still a crybaby at age 29.

33. Aspires to be well-read, well-bred, well-scrubbed.

34 .Wanna-be stand-up comic. Drama queen already.

35. Frustrated ballerina. One-time fencer. Consummate mother.

36. Patient only with my own self

36. Proud of UB, and its graduates.

37. Ditched conglomerate to work for underdog.

38. Formerly known as good youngest child.

39. Still waiting for my inner adult.

40. Whatever happened to my innate goodness?

41. Picky with food, not with clothes.

42. Rich with love - who needs money?

43. Bad in math. Still became accountant.

44. Can’t drive. Can’t cook. Cleans closets.

45. Fun is overrated. I’d rather sleep.